[OPEN] You're lucky if your memory remains.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon smiled just the slightest bit, teeth and nails already sharpening to points. He dragged a claw down the torso of the body, not usually so calm when he ate, but it was different with somebody else there. Not to mention he hadn't had a taste yet. Licking at his lips, he finally dragged it off the table to the floor and sat down against the wall, reaching in for the organs first.
He found this far more satisfying than Marc's animals, was soon working away silently, inhuman and bloodshot eyes occasionally glancing towards Deacon to watched him curiously, blood running down his chin and neck, though he didn't bother wipe it away.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon finished packing what he had cut, and put caps on the bottles before he walked over to wash off his hands. Dealing with blood and not having gloves on didn't bother him. He had worked in the morgue long enough to not care. He finally looked back at Devon, and realized he was covered in blood.

"Uh.. Let me get this in the car, and I'll bring you a change of clothes." He said, grabbing as many bottles as he could carry. He started out, putting them in the trunk and grabbing the spare change of clothes he had. He walked back, leaving them by the door before he started to carry out the bags. "They have a shower, so you can like.. rinse off." He said before he made his way back to the car.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon barely glanced up as he came and went, still eating quietly. When he felt full enough, most of the mid body was gone and he wiped at his chin, getting up to search out the shower, rinse and change. He ran a hand through his hair as he wandered back out, teeth still faintly pointed.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon finished packing the trunk, and closed it. He walked back inside to wash his arms clean of the blood, checking to make sure he hadn't gotten any on his jeans or shirts. He dried his arms with a paper towel, watching as Devon came out the shower. "You got an appetite." Deacon said with a slight smile. He knew Bandit could eat and eat too, if they didn't stop her. She didn't need to eat, but when she did, she could eat everything.

"Ready to go home and see if your boyfriend got my stuff? Marc's probably tired him out trying on like, every white shirt in the store." He teased, wrinkling his nose. He reached up to fix his septum, leading Devon out of the morgue. He closed the door and locked it, hiding the key before he climbed in his car.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon smiled sheepishly, had been hungry for something like that, the hospital doing nothing but increase that hunger for human flesh. "Okay," He huffed, smirking a bit at Deacon's comments, relaxed and at ease now that he was full for the moment. He followed him out and climbed into the car, buckling up before stretching with a soft hum, rubbing at an eye and curling up on the seat. His sleepless night was soon being caught up on as he dozed on and off, occasionally opening his eyes.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon started the long drive back to his house, glancing over at the boy occasionally. He could see why Zander would fall for someone like him, and honestly felt bad for the both of them. Devon couldn't control the urges he had, and all Zander could do was stand aside and watch. He shifted his weight in his seat, looking out the windsheild. He couldn't help thinking how chaotic the house would be if Connor decided to let Christy sleep over.

He pulled into the driveway, seeing that Marc and Zander were already there. He left Devon in the car and went inside to get Zander. Zander walked out, opening the door.

"Come inside and sleep, Devon.." He told him quietly, brushing his hair back.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon stirred, stretching as he drew in a soft breath and licked his lips. He climbed sleepily out of the car and wandered inside, keeping close to Zander. He stretched again, raising his arms over his head, smiled faintly.

[zander trey brooks]

Zander lead him over to one of the chairs, pulling the younger boy into his lap. He wrapped his arms around him, hugging him close. He ran his hand gently through Devon's hair, listening to Marc and Deacon across the room. Deacon was trying on the shirt, Marc carefully putting pins in it where it needed to be fixed.

"You know you're going to be banging after the wedding, so why bother having a well-fitting shirt?" Marc asked, but continued to pin his shirt. He took a break every once and awhile, obviously getting dizzy from touching Deacon so much.

"Because I wanna look nice before I fuck." Deacon said, raising his arms above his head before he slipped out of his shirt.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon curled up in his lap, nestling close, a hand resting on Zander's chest. He watched the other two curiously, eyelids growing heavy, his breaths soft. He finally closed them, just listening to the others until he finally began to drift off into sleep again.

[zander trey brooks]

"You think Thatcher's feeling Connor up?" Marc asked, walking over to the sofa with the shirt. He started to thread his needle, turning the shirt inside out.

"Probably." Deacon said, reaching for the bourbon in the cabinet. He poured him a glass, and walked to sit on the sofa.

"Who's gonna be your best man, though?" Marc asked, slowly stitching the shirt.

"No one. It's not fair to Connor." Deacon said, propping up his feet. "Thatcher's bringing Connor to the church, and you're bringing me. So we don't break tradition. Even if like.. neither of us are girls."

Zander just listened to them, closing his eyes as he leaned back in the chair. He kept his arms tight around Devon, hugging him close.